Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It?

The cool breeze and night rain, as well as the chill of late autumn, were blocked by this door.

Following the man's movements, her back was pressed against the door panel, and under the bright and pale light, the man's handsome face was so deep and cordial. The two stood in a silent confrontation, even the servants who were just here. , Also all consciously silenced.

She raised her face, her complexion calmed down, "I am not a teenage girl. I am not afraid of thunder or lightning. As for the heavy rain... the rain is a bit heavier, but it does not matter. I go home and take a shower. After boiling the **** soup and drinking it, I can go to sleep. I am in good health and there is no problem."

With that said, she would reach out and break his fingers again.

But this time, Mo Shichen didn't let her succeed. He clasped her hand blankly, turned and walked back.

Wen Yi was almost dragged by him, earning but unable to get rid of, and his strength was unable to compete with the man, so he could only staggered away, "Mo Shichen, what are you doing?"

Mo Shichen paid no attention to her at all, and didn't even turn his head back. He only turned his head towards the servant watching their husband and wife quarrel and didn't dare to stay in the corner to compress the sense of existence and coldly commanded, "Boil a bowl of ginger. Tea, bring it up when you're ready."

The servant quickly said yes.

The man's actions didn't have any scruples of pity and pity, on the contrary, it was a bit rough, and he had a strong sense of force that he would drag her up regardless of whether she was obedient or struggling.

Wen Yi's wrists were flushed with his fingers.

He pulled her to the bedroom door--

This was their former wedding room, the master bedroom, of course Wen Yi recognized, she struggled again in vain.

After that night in Jiangcheng, she was instinctively jealous and repulsive about living in the same room with this man, especially the bedroom, not to mention that although this manor is under her name, this place is all his.

With another "bang", the door was kicked open by the man's long leg.

He obviously had one hand left that could completely unscrew the doorknob, and he had to kick such a kick to shake the floor.

Wen Yi was thrown into the room with his backhand.

Mo Shichen stood at the door, turned on the light calmly, and then closed the door smoothly.

The light suddenly lit up, and the familiar scene that had been buried in the memory suddenly came to her unexpectedly. For a while, she was a little unspeakable and at a loss, she subconsciously glanced at——

That huge wedding photo was too big and conspicuous, she couldn't even see it.

Her gaze paused for a few seconds, and then quickly recovered.

She looked at the man who was standing in front of the door and was not close to her, pursing her lips and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Mo Shichen looked at her silently.

Compared with her quick and exquisite style, she even looks a little embarrassed now, with short hair half wet and messed up. The clothes are like this. The off-shoulder sweater that was originally pulled up by her was pulled all the way by men. Half of his shoulders were exposed again, and there was still wet rain on his face.

But this unspeakable desolation made her seem to have faded away that layer of elegant and arrogant mask, and became flesh and blood.

His throat moved, and when he spoke again, he had returned to plainness, "Hair and clothes are all wet, take a hot bath and change to dry clothes."

Wen Yi was too lazy to quarrel with him. Just spilling the wooden box of letters out of the window seemed to exhaust all her energy tonight, and people became tired. She raised her hand to support her forehead, "Mo Shichen , I just want to go home and sleep."

Why does this man insist on having trouble with her.

Mo Shichen said lightly, "Isn't it boring to quarrel with these things, Wen Yi."

"It's boring, what are you doing so hard?"

"I said, it's dangerous because of rain and thunder."

"I also said that I am not afraid..."

The man interrupted her calmly, "I'm afraid, will you?"

Wen Yi looked at him speechlessly, without moving.

"Do you want me to give you water, or do you want me to undress you?"

"After changing your clothes, you don't want me to sleep with you here...By the way, make a man with you, so that Mo Shiqian can let Li Qianrui go?"

Mo Shichen smiled, "If you want to create a human being, I can do it without taking a bath or changing your clothes."

Quiet for a while.

Wen Yi saw that the man didn't mean to compromise. She pursed her lips, "I have no clothes to change."

"You go in and I will get you clothes."

She stared at him lightly for a few seconds, and walked inside blankly.

Mo Shichen turned around and opened the bedroom door until the door closed and the sound of the shower came from inside. He went to the cloakroom next door and took a woman's clothes in——

These are probably clothes she didn't take away five years ago. When the servant was packing up and preparing, she was afraid that she would come back without clothes to wear, so they all washed and dried again. Although the styles are a bit outdated, they are at least dry.

When Wen Yi came out of the bath wrapped in a bathrobe, he saw neat clothes at the end of the bed, and there was no man in the bedroom.

She frowned, walked over and carried her clothes back to the bathroom without much thought. She put on her clothes, wiped her wet short hair with a dry towel, and walked towards the door without thinking about blowing it.

She is not going to stay here overnight, she still wants to go back.

But when she reached out to pull the door, she realized that the door was locked.

………………

The pouring rain outside didn't stop, on the contrary, there was a posture all night.

Rao is a **** umbrella covering the top of the man's head tightly, and he still can't avoid the wind blowing rain on his body, wet most of his body.

Except for Mo Shichen, who was holding a **** umbrella, beside him were two tall men who looked like bodyguards, also holding umbrellas, one holding a flashlight and the other holding a wooden box.

Under the study on the second floor is the grass in the garden.

Mo Shichen squatted down and picked up one of the envelopes that fell under the light of the flashlight.

The writing of the pen has been soaked in rain to make it difficult to read.

He held it in his hand and looked at it. In the dim night, no one could see the look on his face.

He beckoned to the bodyguard holding the wooden box, and the opponent immediately put the wooden box at his feet, knowingly.

Mo Shichen threw the envelope in.

The bodyguard glanced at him and silently held the umbrella over the wooden box. Although it was actually soaked, his clothes were soaked anyway.

Hundreds or even thousands of letters are scattered everywhere. Fortunately, there is only grass, no shrubs or other vegetation in this area. You can see them all at a glance.

Mo Shichen didn't speak, but the two bodyguards were in a tacit understanding. One held the wooden box in one hand and the umbrella in the other.

"Lord," the man with the wooden box could not help but said with a voice like water in the boiling rain, "the rain is so heavy, these letters are all wet, even if they are dried, they can't distinguish the content."

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